“Dig within. Within is the wellspring of Good; and it is always ready to bubble up, if you just dig.”

How ridiculous and unrealistic is the man who is astonished at anything that happens in life.

Death is a release from the impressions of the senses, and from desires that make us their puppets, and from the vagaries of the mind, and from the hard service of the flesh.

No one can lose either the past or the future.

Look to nothing, not even for a moment except to reason.

Look to nothing, not even for a moment except to reason.

Look beneath the surface; let not the several quality of a thing nor its worth escape thee.

Look beneath the surface; let not the several quality of a thing nor its worth escape thee.

When you arise in the morning think of what a privilege it is to be alive, to think, to enjoy, to love.

When you arise in the moring, think of what a precious privelege it is to be alive – to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.

If you are pained by external things, it is not they that disturb you, but your own judgement of them. And it is in your power to wipe out that judgement now.

Your days are numbered. Use them to throw open the windows of your soul to the sun. If you do not, the sun will soon set, and you with it.

Perfection of character is this: to live each day as if it were your last, without frenzy, without apathy, without pretence.

Look back over the past, with its changing empires that rose and fell, and you can foresee the future too.

For outward show is a wonderful perverter of the reason.

The sexual embrace can only be compared with music and with prayer.

No one loses any other life than the one he now lives, nor does one live any other life than that which he will lose.